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Her dark hands slowly grazed the glass bottles on the smooth shelf
Her fragile body always paused before the palm that couldn't control itself
'Purple or red?' She asked herself as the fingers danced across the yellow corks
And poured it in the ornate cup as soon as it struck midnight on the silver clock
The drink slid on the cherry table and swirled in amusement
Smirking at her pitiful attempts at disillusionment
Her russet eyes stared in contempt at the small bubbles that escaped the liquid
Tapping her slender nails at the low laughs released by the scarlet spirit
The cup silently pleaded for breath under her callous grip
But the sherry gave out a sigh of relief when it touched her maroon lips
Her lavender heels scratched the cedar floor as she moved around the stygian chamber
And the cup could only stare at the coffin-wood, helpless under the drink's invisible power
She walked to the window and fixed herself in front of the falling icicles
But her gaze couldn't leave the sherry for long that mocked her in circles
She travelled to the closet where her hand dragged against the assortment of dark gowns
But she still held the poison that wouldn't tolerate being kept down
The lady glared at the red jewel she wore on her silky neck as she closed the closet
And covered it up with the juice that matched her soft velvet
The cup stared at its reflection in deep sorrow
At the collision of their kiss that couldn't seem more shallow
One big gulp and the dreaded liquid had exited her sight
But the cup would be mistaken to think it had reached the end of her might
It stood empty and shut what it could with anticipation
Until she choked it out and frowned at the remnants with derision.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
